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This is the first time I've posted anything up that I've written in an attempt at poetry. It's more like a mental flush. I was having a hard time finding the words for a particular situation. So this was me reflecting on the words I was having a difficult time articulating and allowed me to organize some of the jumbled thoughts I was having at the time. I eventually found the words.
Four Words (written June 2008)
I was never forwards.
Backwards maybe,
Mission completed through strategy...maybe
This goes here, that goes there, do this, get that…done.
Next.
Scarves protect your neck against the uncertainties of the world… exactly, matter of fact-ly.
Walk around, pride on your chest, and we all know it serves as a bullet proof vest.
Watch out for the head shots!
Time moves forward…
You have no choice of how fast you’re going
Can’t take the next step when you’re thinking and not knowing
When you’re thinking about the steps you already took…
Driving your economy car in reverse, reading life’s How To book
But all this makes no sense, unless I retrace my steps
Before the passed and failed tests, the Lego sets, and the laying of this egg in my parent’s nest
I was born before words.
These words are just words.
And what I think I am now is because of these words
Before my Self became a self composed of these words
From which I am described…I am…these words.
And now…
I’m an idea dismembered by Webster’s (s)words.
Put together by societal wars
Built into an edifice of existence, structured and firm
With no ceiling, no floor and a laissez faire attitude with no locks on the back door; contra-diction.
What the hell are we waiting forrrr…Breathe.
Fast forward, rewind, pause…I’ve got it
Stop.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
And words create clones and drones
The red light is glowing, we’re waiting for the green to get going
And once you hear the word GO, you still don’t step
Seat belt, airbag, rear mirrors…check.
Words are unjust, thus adjusting our lives, thrust us into a meaning without justice
Is it just us or has the world grown dependant upon words discussed
The world’s disgust, devoid of self-trust, undefined truth like love and lust
To Be…
What I am before the limiting structure of grouped letters, syllables, and cleverly cluttered conundrums
Climbing from the components of my larynx
Collecting into the coils of your tympanic membrane
Relentlessly slamming my words against your eardrums
Self-calculating into a false clarity of consciousness of what are really just vibrating airborne molecules…
What am I saying?
What does it mean?
What game is your mind playing?
How…would you know if it’s Playstation, Xbox or Wii
We didn’t create these words…and we don’t define them…do we?
Before these words, I was indescribable, Incomparable
I lived before these words and I will live beyond these words
For now I forecast in Four Words, for-my-future’s-future
and I bring my words together like a suture. My life, for-my-future's-future.
Play.
I am, before these words I say
I am, a step before them and a step behind
Before these words reach your ear, they reside in my mind
I own them, they are mine
…With that said, I offer them to You
To be re-framed and re-constructed by You
Into an existence maintained by You
If they make you want to move, then MOVE!
Be forward, It echoes…
Be forwards
Before words
Be for words
Be four words
Be Forward, Before Words.
Go. For-My-Future's-Future
